OH, HOW those brightly colored leaves outside
my bedroom window gleamed this morning in the early daylight, before the sun had risen. AND NOW in dusky twilight, as the light fades after sundown, those leaves still shine for me, as lovely as a stained glass lamp. TIFFANY himself could never have created any shade to stand before me with more elegance and lovely glow, as I slip into my evening sleep. --Rose Moore, in an evening of October 2017  |
